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I hate/despise/loath/abhor my PMS. The achy is nothing compared to my increasing lack of momentum and organization. Meh. I'm almost 48 years old. Don't need the stupid thing, but really don't want the further inconvenience of surgery and hot flashes.

I have a few really good posts in draft stages.

See you on the other side.

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Eenie, Meenie, Mynie, More

*** I Got Skills *** In Good Faith ***

*** Call Me Ishmael ***

*** Bone of Contention *** Audience of One ***

These are the writing prompts for the past few days.

I've just not felt like writing. I wanted to force myself to do it, but come on! this is not NaBloPoMo, so I really don't NEED to post EVERYDAY.

Sometimes these prompts just don't thrill me. They "hook" with these titles, but their writing suggestions are mild. When I've used them, I've let myself be inspired by the title; when I look at their page with linked blogs, I think, "Wow, nowhere close to what I wrote." So, there you go.

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"I Got Skills" tempted me, but.... I.... just.....

It prompted describing any skill I'd like to master.

I have skills, and sometimes I work on improvement. I'm more proficient in some, more instinctual in others. I'm currently pleased with my competencies. I can't think of any that I dream to totally master.

On top of that, the phrase is "I Got Skillz," which connotes a skill or ability you have that has surprised/impressed someone when you use it, often unexpectedly used but apropos. I do that already, starting back when as "the roommate who cooks."

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"In Good Faith" asks writers to consider a significant day in their faith-eveloution. Check. That shows up around here. Just not in this post.

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"Call Me Ishmael" suggests starting the post with the first sentence of a favorite book. Right.... interesting, but I'll pass.

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"Bone of Contention" is more a debate training tool: to write about the opposing viewpoint of an issue you have a strong stand upon. It comes with a follow-up psycho-self-anaylsis-- how did that make you feel. Good exercise. Right now, I don't think that is a brain part that needs work.

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"Audience of One." Ooo, that's an interesting title! So, prompting minds want to know, who is the ONE person-- more than any other-- do I want to read my blog? Would I write that person a letter, an open invitation?

I want YOU to read it. YOU, yes you. Right now. Friend or wanderer, I want you here. I've learned that I'll never fully know who I'll make an impression on. More surprisingly, I'll never guess what it is I do or say that connects. So, I just do what do and say what I say. I strive for integrity-- balancing candor with consideration, formal with colloquial, inspired with insipid. I'm just glad you stopped by.

My blog title says it all, "Me, myself, am I."

My blog posts just flesh it all out a bit.

Oasis

Quite of bit of 2014 was hard to get through, especially the second half of the year. The "on-the-brighter-side" of my think says it wasn't so bad, that other had it worse.

Yeah. Last year was bad. Not catastrophic, but it was pretty bad. I have boxed up a whole bunch of emotional baggage from last year. I'll sort through it some time this year, but this post is not it.

The second half of the year did have it's bright spot:  Carl and I got married, at last, on the morning of Monday, November 17. We had a very simple wedding, and were married by the courthouse clerk in front of a mural at the courthouse. It was a trial day, so all of the judges and courtrooms were occupied. I think what we had was just fine. The clerk obviously loves her job of registering wedding and getting to sometimes officiate-- she teared up and was smiling as much as we were.

When the world gets crazy, Carl is my oasis, my life-preserver, my anchor, my joy.

I love you, Carlos Rodolfo Bofill! I am glad to be your wife!